The basement is the coolest room in the house, both literally and figuratively. It’s where I put the TV. Set up up the Wii. The bar. The turntable. The 1920s sofa. And four groovy 60s bar stools. Even on the most disgusting summer days of July and August, the basement is comfortable with just a fan. I’ve basically made it my refuge from the heat, and the rest of the outside world.
I ripped out the carpet, painted the floors black, threw down a carpet that was an amazing yard sale find and VOILA! Shabby chic indeed.
I’ve referred to it, ironically, as my “man cave.” A place where me and my friends can relax, shut out the world, drink and be as lazy as we want. No judgements. Since this picture was taken, I’ve also added hooks on the wall for the “regulars” to use the same mug every time they come over for a beer. It will be interesting to see how it evolves once it gets cooler, but as it also currently doubles as the “guest room,” people have consistently said it’s one of their favorite places in the house.
Between Awnings and AstroTurf 